In the private room on the third floor, there were fruit people sent by the disciples of the Refining Pavilion to the Demon Cultivation Sea.

Sitting in this position, you only have to look down to see a platform in the middle of the main hall on the first floor, where the auction will be held for a while.

Wang Lin and Li Muwan spoke softly, Li Muwan sometimes showed a happy smile, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, full of tenderness and satisfaction.

Lu Fei and Tie Yan sat cross-legged by the door, meditating with their eyes closed.

Along the way, Wang Lin gave a few words, and his cultivation was even harder, almost seizing all the time to improve his cultivation. According to Wang Lin, only after all the spiritual power in the body is unified, can the perception of the god be realized.

After all, although the two of them are in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, they have never been a great consummation for so many years.

If you want to transform into a god, if you have no special intention, you can only try to impact the god if you reach the Great Perfection step by step.

Since following the queen, the two of them have unprecedented confidence in transforming into gods, in fact, although the longevity of the two is more sufficient than Li Muwan, but it is not much, if they still can't turn into gods in a hundred years, then they can only return to dust.

This is actually one of the important reasons why the two of them decided to follow Wang Lin.

At this moment, suddenly a divine consciousness swept from the private room on the side of the third floor, Lu Fei and Tie Yan slammed their eyes apart, and with a light snort, Lu Fei's divine consciousness immediately dispersed, colliding with the impacting divine consciousness.

Suddenly. From the private room on the left. There was a terrible snort. Consciousness dissipates immediately.

Wang Lin didn't look up from beginning to end. It's with Li Muwan. Talk softly. He knows. own over the years. It is almost rare to accompany Li Muwan like this time.

For Li Muwan. Wang Lindi's heart. In addition to tenderness. More. But I apologized profusely.

In the private room on the left, there was a divine consciousness once. Obviously, there are many people whose senses are intertwined. Swept in. Tie Yan's eyes flashed. At the same time as Lu Fei, he spread out his divine consciousness and crashed away.

"What a daring. I'd like to see how arrogant it is!" There was a cold snort. This one snorted. Lu Fei and Tie Yan Di Divine Sense. Immediately dissipated. But the two of them were not hurt, but sneered.

"Sect Master. This person cultivates to become a non-god. It's just that in the late Yuan Infant period, the time is longer than ours, and it is the Great Perfection of the late Yuan Infant Period. ”

As soon as Lu Fei's words fell, a person came out of the private room on the left, this person was wearing a purple robe, his hair was gray, he was not angry and arrogant, he walked out of the private room, and strode towards the room where Wang Lin and his party were.

He was quite annoyed in his heart, originally it was just that his disciple saw that Xu Luo of the Refining Pavilion actually led the way himself, leading people into the third floor, and under curiosity, he probed with his divine sense, wanting to see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, he was scattered by the other party's consciousness and almost injured, so he walked out in a rage.

After a few steps to the private room of Wang Lin and his entourage, the old man lifted the door curtain and looked in, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his head and glanced at this person coldly.

The old man's eyes looked at Wang Lin, and he suddenly stepped back three steps, his forehead was sweating, and at a glance, the Yuan Infant in his body almost collapsed, and he reacted almost immediately, that young man, must be a god cultivator!

The old man complained bitterly in his heart, knowing that this was the case, he would not come to trouble a monk in the Transformation Stage if he said anything.

But at this time, he didn't dare to move a bit, only clenched his fists bitterly and said: "The younger generation doesn't know that the seniors are here, and they hope to forgive their sins if they are reckless." ”

Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of contemplation, after he saw the purple-robed old man just now, he felt that this person was somewhat familiar, it should be his old friend when he was cultivating the Demon Sea.

It's just that it's been too long, and I can't remember it for a while.

At this moment, suddenly there was a long laugh outside, and then, the white-haired old man with a gluttonous beast in the Refining Pavilion walked up to the third floor, he didn't look at the purple-robed man, but outside Wang Lin's private room, he said with a smile: "I heard that the auction of our pavilion, there are friends of the gods and Taoists coming, Hu was overjoyed, came to take a look, but he didn't expect that it was the old man." ”

As he spoke, the curtain of the private room was automatically lifted, and the white-haired old man calmly stepped forward.

Lu Fei and Tie Yan immediately changed their complexions slightly, and hurriedly retreated, standing behind Wang Lin.

"Sit!" Wang Lin smiled slightly, his expression as usual.

The white-haired old man glanced at Li Muwan, sat aside, and said with a smile: "When I said goodbye, Daoist friends didn't come to harm, I don't know how many lines of fire I took?"

Wang Lin's heart moved, when he was outside the Broken Star Chaos, he wore a straw hat and didn't let this person see his true face, but today, he actually recognized himself at a glance, there must be something else, Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he smiled: "The hole is too small, I didn't take a few." ”

The old man nodded and said, "The old man also restricted the entrance of the cave that day and didn't take out too much, but when I went to look at it a few years ago, I found an ancestral line that was several times thicker!"

He remained silent, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Lin, this Wang Lin, he was quite jealous in his heart, if he hadn't cultivated a supernatural ability that could judge his identity by his figure, he would not have recognized this person as the grass back then

Monk.

At this moment, the purple-robed old man outside the private room was quite embarrassed, he didn't dare to leave, so he could only stand outside like this.

While the white-haired old man was talking with Wang Lin, the auction on the first floor began, and the initial list was some magic treasure elixir, which was quite popular.

Li Muwan sat quietly beside Wang Lin, gentle and generous, sometimes looking at the auction downstairs, always with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Fellow Daoist, I see that you are quite familiar, except for the last time when the broken stars were chaotic, you and I should have seen it before, right?"

In fact, since he first entered the room and recognized Wang Lin as the person who was outside the Shattered Star Chaos back then, he had been wondering in his heart, Wang Lin's appearance, he had a sense of familiarity, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

This phenomenon is rare for a monk to occur, and the white-haired old man is convinced that if he has seen each other before, he will definitely not forget it.

Wang Lin didn't answer, but beckoned to the purple-robed old man outside the room, the purple-robed old man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, hurriedly stepped forward, entered the room, and said respectfully: "Junior Qiu Siping, see senior." ”

After speaking, he turned to the white-haired old man again and said the same.

The old man Bai said lightly, it was a deserved, his eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and secretly said You and I are both god-transforming monks, I ask you, if you don't answer, why bother to summon this junior in the infancy stage to come in.

Wang Lin smiled and said: "Qiu Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come to the scene." ”

Qiu Siping was stunned for a moment, and even the old white man looked at Qiu Siping with a flash of eyes.

Qiu Siping looked at Wang Lin carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, but he couldn't remember when he had seen Wang Lin, so he said cautiously: "The seniors know the juniors?"

Wang Lin chuckled and said: "It's been too long, I'm afraid you have forgotten it, if I hadn't heard your name, I wouldn't have remembered it, Qiu Daoyou, the two Yuan Infant bodies back then, one for each of you and me, and the map rubbing, do you remember?"

Qiu Siping's eyes showed an incredible look, he gasped, and said in a lost voice: "Wang Lin!!......! You've turned into a god!"

Wang Lin nodded, then looked at the white-haired old man and said with a smile: "Did Hu Daoyou remember anything?"

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with shock, he looked at Wang Lin, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly: "I think about it, I didn't expect that the Jiedan monk back then actually reached the ...... of transforming into a god today."

He did remember that this Wang Lin and Qiu Siping were together back then, and after he met him, he saw at a glance that there was a strange power in Wang Lin's body, vaguely like the legendary extreme realm, and he was greedy, and wanted to forcibly accept this person as an apprentice to see if he could take out this strange power.

It's just that he never thought that when they met again hundreds of years later, the other party had already turned into a god, and his cultivation was similar to his own, and his old thoughts would immediately disappear.

Qiu Siping was completely stunned, the memories of the past, scene after scene echoed in his mind, this Wang Lin, from beginning to end, has always pressed him.

When he was married, he couldn't beat Wang Lin.

After Yuan Ying, he still couldn't beat it.

Now that he has reached the Great Perfection of the late Yuan Infant stage, when he sees Wang Lin again, the other party has already turned into a god......

The white-haired old man laughed and said, "What happened back then, it was Hu who was reckless, and Wang Daoyou should not be surprised." As he spoke, he changed his words and asked, "I don't know what kind of magic weapon Wang Daoyou came to the Pavilion this time?"

Wang Lin smiled: "Six Rank Dan Fang!"

The white-haired old man had a difficult look on his face and said: "If it is other items, you can make the decision to give them to Daoyou, but this Danfang is consigned here, but Hu can't help." ”

"It's okay! If you can't change it, Wang will grab a copy!" Wang Lin shook his head.

The white-haired old man laughed and stopped talking.

At this time, in the hall on the first floor, a lot of magic weapons have been auctioned off, and then, Xu Luo walked onto the platform and said loudly: "Next, it will be a heavy treasure, this thing must have been known to all Taoist friends, it is a six-grade pill! This pill has not been opened in my refining pavilion for these days, and there is a consignor's seal on it, everyone can see it at a glance."

The six-grade pill can only be refined by the Vermilion Bird Country, but if you have the Danfang, it is different, the value of this thing, everyone knows it, I won't say more, but this rule has changed, to offer the price of the above spirit stone, if there is a magic weapon, my refining pavilion can also make a price on the spot!"

The three-story pagoda immediately quieted down, and this time the auction, many people came for this Danfang, so they called the price one after another.

Li Muwan was a little nervous, Wang Lin patted her hand, he remained silent and looked at the first floor.

Qiu Siping's face showed a bitter look, he came this time for this pill, and he was extremely well prepared, but now, he didn't dare to ask for the price at all.

Soon, the price was raised to 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, which was a lot of money in the Demon Cultivation Sea. To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to qidian, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!